"Sorcerer Supreme! Out of my way! I'll burn everything to ashes!"
Laevateinn in Surtur's hand collided with the Nightfall Greatsword in Deathstroke's. The former continuously spewed sparks and magma, yet the black weapon with silver edges remained completely unharmed. Instead, it pressed down toward the Fire Giant's head.
"Burn whatever else you want, but The Serpent's corpse is my trophy. Do you want to start a war with the Vishanti?"
While straining against him, Deathstroke invoked a greater power and urged Strangle to hurry up and eat the enormous remains.
The Serpent had died when his head exploded, even his brains blown away. Strangle had not been particularly interested in him to begin with.
After all, if it wanted to eat "Savory Deviate Delight," couldn't it just go to Azeroth and eat Hakkar?
That dead old man, The Serpent, had been hyped up as so powerful, yet after being countered by the Host's plan, he had died incredibly quickly. There were no useful genes to speak of.
Symbiotes could turn into tentacles whenever they wanted and had no need for serpent abilities. Besides, The Serpent was too old. One look was enough to tell his meat would be tough.
If Strangle did not want to eat him, that was fine. Su Ming had originally planned to take the body back and make some leather bags or belts out of it.
But by the time the call connected, Surtur had broken through the seal and arrived, causing the Sorcerer Supreme to change his mind.
The Flame Demon God said he would burn The Serpent's and Baldr's corpses together, because Ragnarök was destined to end in flames. He was merely following Destiny.
Deathstroke refused. He did not trust a Dimensional Demon God to handle the corpse. If things went wrong, The Serpent